These Broken Down Walls (Zemi)

Chapter 15

Zayn's POV

That... I cannot believe Demi agreed to that.

I feel like an absolute prick tho, she doesn't know how much hate our girlfriends get, or how we barely get to see each other, or that girls are all over me.

I can't bare to stand the thought, mentally knocking me to the ground.

I feel my eyelids droop, as I drift of to a rather painful sleep.

-

I wake up the next morning, my neck aching.

I bring my head to the back of my head, trying to sooth the pain, but fail.

I grumble getting our of bed, not wanting to face the boys, once again.

Niall.

Fuck, Niall.

I- how am I going to tell him this? Demi and I being a secret "thing"

"Goodmorning" I hear Liam say. And only Liam.

"Hey" I spit. I really shouldn't be this rude, just... I told Demi I know we can work this out, but I'm not so sure of it.

It haunts my thoughts, reminding me it would never work. Never.

"We have a few interviews today" Louis says from the sofa.

"Mhm" I mumble and stumble back out of the kitchen.

Not even one ounce of me is one bit hungry.

I get on the clothes someone has laid out for me. Hm. Oh well.

I put in some black skinny jeans, and a red Nike hoodie.

"Ready?" I walk out to the boys. Still avoiding contact with Niall & Harry. Like they are poisonous or something.

-

The drive there is overly awkward, the only sounds heard were phones.

I get a text from Liam.

*did everything work out?*

I look up at him with a hopeless look, as my fingers tap away on the screen.

*yea... but I don't have a lot of hope*

*remember what I said, it's a test*

He's right. I need to look at this in a more positive way.

Ha, Demi is WAY more better at that than me. Maybe I can learn something from her.

We finally arrive at the destination of our first interview, and I plaster on a smile for the cameras.

The first interview finishes, and luckily they didn't ask any girl questions.

Demi's POV

I am overwhelmed and scared of the fact I agreed to try with Zayn.

Does this mean I'm his girlfriend?

What if this is all too fast?

For both of us?

Ugh.

Speaking of him, I haven't heard from

him during this dreadful day.

I need to just close my eyes, and try get my mind off of things.

-

I am interrupted by a phone call from Zayn.

"Hello?" I say into the speaker.

"Hey, we just finished a few interviews. Can I come over?" He asks. His voice sounding worn.

"Yea" I say. I don't put any emotion behind it because... well I don't know what to feel.

I impatiently wait in front of the door, waiting for his knuckles to connect with the door.

My heart leaps when I hear it.

I quickly open the door, when I see him, my heart drops.

He is sleep deprived, faking a smile, and slumping his shoulders.

I find my body reacting before my brain, and I am hugging him, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

He puts his arms around my waist, and I jump, but then relax.

It feels so normal. Like we have known each other forever.

I pull away, and walk over to the couch signaling him to come sit next to me.

I lay my head on his lap and begin talking.

"Where you thinking the same thinner as me?" I ask.

"what exactly was that?" He asks in a sincere tone.

"I'm just scared Zayn" I say, my voice coming out very frail.

"Me too, Demi" he says He continues.

"I just. I feel so stupid. I didn't tell you anything." He says and I wonder.

"Like what?" I say.

"That all of our girlfriends get constant hate..."

"Oh, I already experienced that." I say and his body goes stiff.

"What? You did?"

"Yea, Twitter is already calling us a thing."

He pats next to him and I sit up.

"I'm sorry" he says, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"It's not your fault Zayn, I'm fine, really" I say.

"Do you have any hope?" He asks.

"Some, and I will lend you some" I look over and smile.

"Niall can't know." He is stressing again.

I lean into him.

This is it Demi, don't screw it up. Show him this will work.

I creep closer, and whisper.

"Stop worrying about Niall" and with that I connect my lips with his.

I feel this sudden bolt of electricity fly through me while I continue to kiss him.

He reacts quickly and cups my face in his hands.

He forcefully slips his tongue into my mouth, and I like it.

I pull away, staring intently into his dark brown eyes.

"Did you feel that too?" he asks.

"Yes" I say and bury my face into his chest.